As she looked at her swollen face through her watery eyes, the mirror felt like a blur.

She questioned her next move as she looked behind her to see the Ten Commandments hung up on the wall behind the toilet bowl.

Her catholic ways wouldn’t save her this time. She took another breath and rinsed her fingers in the sink; bending down just in time for another round.

Her fingers were more nimble now and could reach farther without scratching the sides of her esophagus. She wiggled around and the vomit covered her hands that had yet to pull out of the depths of .